In the still silence
of a chilly spring
your presence is loud;
felt like morning dew
on svelte grass blades
and heard

a lingering tingle
bells of a faraway church
arousing memories
vibrant
even in the gloom
of distorted drunk faces
at crazy drinking joints.

In the calm between lovemaking and sleeping
long ago advice bounces
off dampened walls
and echoes, and soothes
relaxes my exited body

Your smile
is a recurring image
confusing me in baby giggles...

They say you're gone
yet my mind still asks
the questions you did
my heart still beats
to the rhythm of your drum...
you're still here.

You're still here.